I had a line of work trip coming up that requires a three-hour drive. I offered to take my beautiful, just-turned-18-year-old girl with me to scat the boredom of quarantine. I need to a few site sojourn which are quick and easy and low-risk for Covid. The hotel sits on the craggy, New England shoreline in a historic township. There would be plenty for us to see and do without getting mad and moving through crowd. You accept.

The drive is fun. We 've always had a good clip together alone. We have similar interests, and senses of humor spawned in the sorry abysm of Hades - we laugh the whole way.

We check into the hotel at nearly 10 PM. The plan is to get a respectable sleep and have an ahead of time breakfast as the pancake family across the street.

While we get sorted, I make us manufacturer and Coke, of course I allow you to drink. You 've always been mature for your age. Now, at 18, you showed no signs of over indulgence. I trust you with a few cocktails.

You take a shower and change into your pj's that shave off a couple of your already dead year. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail.

I 'm reclining on one of the queen beds with my laptop resting on my thigh. I 'm sipping a fresh drink and there is one on the nightstand for you.

'' ejaculate sit next to me, babe. I want to show you something, '' I pat the empty space on the bed beside me. You dive in and undulate close to me so we can portion the screen on the minor Lenovo. I pass you the drink and open the browser in the information processing system.

The screen populates various rows of .mpg files.

'' pic Night ! '' You squeal in delight. `` Damn, we should have got Zea mays everta ! '' You snuggle in closer to me resting your head on my shoulder joint, my right arm cradling you. Your ponytail sliding board down and thrill my cervix as I reach down with my odd hand to stroke the mouse and launching the get-go clip.

The player pops us and we are greeted by a slightly fuzzy video of a young young lady, 7 old age old, climbing out of a tent.

'' Grand canon ! '' You scream, nearly spilling your drink over us both.

'' It is ! '' I agree. The video abruptly cuts to you dancing in a jingle Dress at a Hopi Pow Wow which brought a cascade of laughter from you.

'' Where did you get these, Dad ? '' Your voice suddenly taking on a more dangerous tone. `` Are there more ? ``

'' I was clearing out some junk out of the basement and I ran across a bunch of old, HD video tapeline. '' I replied, as I casually took your ponytail in my right and stroke down the duration of it, gently pulling as I went. `` I cut a few clips on film shaper. '' I tightened my grip in your hair and rotated your capitulum to face me. `` waiting till you see this one. ``

I launched the next time. Suddenly, there you were in a gunpowder blue summer dress. The bodice clung snugly to your torso, accenting the budding swells of your breasts, the skirt flared out in perfectly creased pleats. You had on a pair of cream high blackguard shoes that made your legs shimmy as you `` modeled '' for the television camera in our kitchen.

'' Holy tinker's damn, dad ! '' Your oral fissure fell open as you stared at the screen.

'' Your low date. '' I said, almost solemnly. On TV, you did a nice little spin that sent your chick rippling around you, but you lost your balance and ended up on your ass. Both of us threw are heads back laughing. The clip ended.

'' I remember that dress like it was yesterday ! '' You said, then adding. `` And my first gear pair of high heels ... not very graceful was I ? ``

'' You 've always floated like an angel to me, love. '' I smile at you. `` That dress ... that attire has always been my favorite dress for you. I have some kind of thing about plait. '' I mused as I absently stroked the length of your ponytail.

'' A ... play on..thing, Dad ? '' You asked, carefully.

'' I find plait to be very flatter, and you wore it very well. And the shoes ! Do you remember what I told you about the horseshoe ? '' I challenged.

'' Of course, I do, it was a niggling Wyrd. '' You looked at me then, mild confusion danced in your centre as if you sensed that this conversation was headed into uncharted, perhaps dangerous waters, but goose egg real to free-base your feelings on. As you spoke, I casually coiled the length of your ponytail around my hand, a little more tightly this time. `` You said, if my engagement got out of blood line, tried something I did n't like and you needed to run, work sure as shooting you kick of those shoes ! You 'll never make up it far in them Lester Willis Young lady. '' We smiled at each other.

'' I thought it was sage-advice. '' I shrugged. You rose up and gave me a ready peck on the cheek, then snuggled back into my neck.

'' It was good advice. '' You moved slightly and felt you reside your palm on the middle of my breast. `` I still lose my balance of those fucking things -oops, sorry. '' You sniggered.

'' linguistic communication, young madam. '' I squeezed you closemouthed. It seemed the drinks had loosened your tongue a bit.

'' What 's going on, dad ? '' You asked, softly.

'' What do you mean ? '' I said in my almost carefully casual voice.

'' I can feel your meat under my paw. It 's beating so fast, so grueling. '' I felt you press down on my chest gently. Had I denied that anything was wrong, I would have been lying and you knew me well enough to see the lie, so I said nothing. The truth ; I was scared shitless. I had no approximation how you would respond to what I would do next, but I was certain that it would alter the dynamics of our kinship, irreversibly. I cinched your hair's-breadth around my clenched fist tightly enough to raise a subdued moan from you. `` deliberate, Dad, that feels good, but not so hard. It hurts a lilliputian. '' I smiled privately. It hurts little. I thought to myself, `` You have no thought. ``

'' watch this one, baby, it 's my absolute favorite. '' I opened the data file and the player popped up. The figure in this video were sharply focused and very Holocene epoch. You appeared, kneeling on the pink rug beside your bed dressed in a white, cotton nightgown. That 's all you needed to see to recognize it for what it was.

'' Dad ! '' You screamed, as you tried to incite your soundbox towards the laptop, but I held you fast by your hair while squeezing your body tightly next to mine with my arm. I was 42, but I was in enceinte shape ; inviolable and agile. You were n't going anywhere. `` Stop the TV, Dad ! '' On the screen, you pulled the hem of the nightgown up and over your head, you were naked beneath. You spread your knees so wide as you knelt until they were perpendicular to your eubstance. And my God, your body was perfect, petite and tight. Your breasts were still footling more than than the budding swells you displayed beneath a powder blue dress in the previous video recording. But your pale pinkish ring of color were the size of half-dollars, your mammilla, midst and rising. lower, your hips flared impossibly, the ivory sharply defined beneath your cutis. The swell of your hill had been waxed perfectly bland. Your image was without blemish.

'' It 's okay, it 's okay, it 's o.k., '' I repeated over and over again as I pinned you to me.

On the concealment, you had picked up a very long and thick, regal dildo. You raised your consistence a few in, and then wedged the base into the nap of the rug, pointing the tip up toward the folds of your beautifully shaped pussy. I swallowed hard.

'' Turn it off ! Please, dada ! Please ! '' You cried out to me. I yanked your hair to flex your face to me once again. What came out of my lip was more of a hiss than a voice.

'' You fucking stop this screaming right now ! Do you hear me ? '' I moved our faces very close together. `` I know you did n't score a video like this to save only for yourself. You 've shared it with others, so do n't you dare feign embarrassment with me, you little, fucking hussy ! '' Your eyes were all-embracing with detriment, disbelief and outright terror. `` You 're going to watch this with me, and then we are going to sing. Until then. Not a fucking word. '' I tightened my grip in your hair and I shook my fist for emphasis. `` Is that crystalise, bitch ? '' Slowly, you nodded affirmatively. `` dear, '' I said in something that was more closely to my voice. `` I told you, this is my favored clip, do n't break it. '' I turned you back to look at the screen and rested your head on my chest.

The previous videos had no strait ; this one did. I had the volume leveled out well over 50 %. We could hear your breath and unruffled whimpers as you worked the tip of the dildo through your plica, seeking a deeper piazza. When you found it, a long moan escaped your throat. You did n't roll in the hay it at the fourth dimension, but I had watched this video, ad nauseum, since I had discovered it on my iCloud drive ; every move and every strait you made was seared into the memory cadre of my now wantonly debauched mind. I did n't know the mechanics of how you accidentally uploaded the telecasting to my chronicle, but I had become obsessed with it from the moment I clicked play.

On the screen, we watched you pulled your rim in and impart an `` Mmmmm ... '' as you ground your pelvis down toward the floor, and several column inch of the dildo disappeared into your consistence. You bounced quickly on your articulatio genus once the tip was securely lodged inside you, driving down further with each repeat until you were taking all but a few in of the toy. The bound changed in favour of foresighted, more purposeful apoplexy. Your clitoris had risen from its sheath, glistening in the Light Within of your room.

I lifted my pelvis slightly from the bed, just enough that I could push my pajamas and packer down to my thigh. My cock rose up from my groin like a fauna that had been rudely awakened. Seven and a one-half inches long, and thick as your wrist, it hovered there, softly breathing in sentence with my split second. Pre-cum, fat and thick drooled from tip.

'' Dad ? '' You whimpered, so quietly, it was nearly lost beneath the pharyngeal consonant, abstruse moans emitting from the Lenovo 's utterer system. I loosened your ponytail from around my helping hand. Once it was barren, I slid my deal down your back, beneath the girdle of your pj's to palm your ass. Your peel was diffuse and cool.

'' Remember what I had said. Not a Christian Bible. This is the best percentage and there 's only 20 minute left. '' I said sternly.

Just then, on the screen, you reared backwards, your paw hitting the floor behind you for livelihood. Your ribcage jutted forward and your breasts disappeared completely, keep open the erect nipples, now pointing directly to the roof. My cock rose and fell back onto my stomach, still leaking. I traced the contours of your ass with my fingers.

Your moans had become drawn out screams now as your rode the dildo closer to your motivation with each stroke. Suddenly, your body tightened, each muscle clenched and became defined. You trembled for a moment, then quickly looked at the door as if you might have got heard a speech sound. You pulled your human knee in together which gave you deal of room to pull the dildo free from your consistence. You crawled toward the camera, smiled into it and said, `` Oh, roll in the hay yeah. '' You reached out to the camera and ... fade to black.

What relief you felt when the television finished, was fugacious. The player winked out and evaporate, but just as quickly, it popped back and there you were again, dressed in the cotton nightgown, reaching for the hem. Yes. I had this bellyache picayune clip on automatic replay.

'' Dad ! '' You demanded. I was n't going to have any of your shit. I pulled my hand from your ass and coiled your hair back around my wrist.

'' You ca n't seem to heed. '' The hiss was back. `` I said not a word while we watch the clip. '' I slowly pushed your head down my breast, then continued, sliding you further in the direction of my aching turncock. `` I watched you grow up from a little young woman, into a beautiful young woman. Yes, sometimes I looked at you a bit too long. Yes, I 'll take that sometimes, in my darkest fantasies, you were there. And I was wracked with guilt ; how could a male parent think that way about his precious, offspring lady ? '' I continued guiding your headway lower, and now, resting on my belly, I could sense your hot hint bathing the tip of my cock. I slowed my button. Why ? Perhaps to anguish ; agony you or myself, I could n't say. `` But, you 're NOT my precious, untested lady, are you ? No, you 're just another slut who likes to rapebait every sick motherfucker out there by posting videos of you fucking yourself for them to see. For everyone to enjoy. What you need to jazz is that I brought you here, specifically, to watch over this together. Alone. ''

On the Lenovo, you reared back again to squeeze the tip of the dildo against your wizardly fleck with each pass.



'' We are going to watch this until I cum ... in your mouth, my little bitch-slut. My slight thot-girl. My trivial cunting-whore. '' I felt the tip of my turncock hump against your warm lips. I would have my answer soon. I was either about to enjoy the most incredible few mean solar day of my lifetime, or I was going to be sitting in the lobby downstairs, waiting for the police to arrive once you 've call them.

Then, I felt the head of my cock enclosed in the hot, wet warmheartedness of your lip. I felt you seal your mouth around my corona. I felt your tongue dig into my urethra to foregather the pre-cum streaming from me. We screamed together then. Yours coming from the Lenovo, mine from the very marrow of my body. My little slut on the screen door came, and so did I. Filling your oral cavity to overflowing. This was going to be a trip to remember.

Happy Father 's Day/